A/N and warning: Nothing really bad, I guess. Graphic m/f sex, some
m/m references, some naughty language I guess that's it.
Since this
story takes place after the second movie, you might expect some
spoilers for X2. So if you haven't seen the movie, and don't
want to
get spoiled, I suggest you don't read this. Others, enjoy.

Chapter 1

Mystique opened the door to Erik's chamber without knocking, and
saw
something she had gotten royally sick of lately.

Erik was lying on top of Pyro, or "St. John" as Erik himself
liked
to call him, fucking the boy's brains out, almost literally. They
were so inside their animalistic fucking that they didn't notice
her
entrance before she coughed as to let them know that they were being
watched.

Erik finally lifted his head and brushed his sweat-slick hair back
from his forehead, panting heavily. His pale blue eyes met her
yellow ones when he looked in her direction, seeing her stand in the
doorway as immobile as a statue. Then he smiled.

"Mystique," Erik said. "Want to join in instead of
watching?"

She knew that the suggestion was meant to make fun of her by now.
But instead of showing him her humiliation she smiled back sharply,
saying, "I think I have better things to do. And honestly, Erik,
I
thought you had too."

It seemed like whenever she went to his private chamber (she only
did it when she couldn't find him anywhere else) she found him
fucking that boy, Pyro, their newest addition to the Brotherhood.
The boy, however, seemed to enjoy it, and that made him no better
than Erik.

"I mean it, Erik," she said sharply. "Don't you
really have more
important things to do than fucking that underage kid? No, wait, I
forgot  I do all the work here, and all you have to do is to
keep
that thing of yours up!"

"Hey, I'm nineteen!" John objected.

"In some countries you are definitely underage," Mystique
retorted
coldly.

Erik sighed and removed his spent penis from Pyro's rectum, and
sat
down on the bed edge. She noticed that his belly and chest were
sticky with the boy's milky semen. Did they even clean up after
doing that stuff? she wondered to herself.

"What is the matter, Raven?" he asked. "Are you
jealous?"

"No. Why would I be that? You just don't give a fuck about
anything
anymore. Except him, will say. Why do we even call ourselves "The
Brotherhood of Mutants"? Have you completely forgotten what
we're
here for? What we should do for our people? You just "

In fact, she was jealous. Before that boy came along, *she* had been
Erik's treasured love, child, and precious little pet. What was
she
now? Something he simply used to keep things in order? His spy? His
housekeeper?

They hadn't had sex for several months, but that didn't
really
bother her. She could always get sex in other places if that's
what
she wanted. Her problem was that Erik didn't even seem to
*notice*
her anymore  he just took her for granted, trusted that
she'd cook
for him, clean his room, do his laundries, take his phone calls,
etc.

And she hated it. Couldn't he see what he was doing to her? No,
of
course he couldn't  he was too busy watching his teenage
little
whore. It was just as simple as that.

Mystique was sure that Pyro would give Erik a heart attack some day.
That might serve him right, and teach him that he wasn't 25 years
old anymore, and perhaps not suited for animalistic fucking with a
19-year-old.

Mystique had learned to hate Pyro, and many times thought of
breaking his precious little neck when they were alone. The boy
wouldn't stand a chance against her, she knew that. She could
imagine how the sound of his neck breaking would sound in her ears,
and how good she would feel afterwards.

Of course she wouldn't. She couldn't kill anyone of her own
kind,
not even a cheap little slutboy like St. John. But one of them had
to go, either Pyro or she, otherwise everything would crash. It had
to be her.

That was when Mystique decided to leave. Simply leave. That would be
best for everyone involved, she thought.

"Raven, don't you have chores to do?" Erik said
impatiently. "Go and
do the cooking, if nothing else. I can imagine we'll be hungry
after
this "

Pyro started kneading Erik's shoulders and placed wet little
kisses
along the line of his neck.

Erik just laughed, leaning back into Pyro's embrace. "Are you
trying
to get me hard again? You naughty boy "

"I suppose I'll deal with my chores, then," Mystique
hissed coldly,
leaving the two lovers alone. They didn't even seem to notice
that
she left.

Chapter 2

She went straight to her room, pulled out a suitcase from her
closet, and started throwing in things she might need.

Mystique was leaving. Right now. If she didn't, she would surely
explode and do something she'd later regret. She didn't pack
down
much; just some clothes (she realized that even clothes could be
good to have sometimes) some of her personal possessions, a
toothbrush, shampoo, soap What else? Money, of course. She
didn't
have much cash, but brought what she had and hoped to get more
somewhere. But how? By robbing a bank? Sure.

She saw a framed photo of her and Erik, taken a few years ago, when
things were still good between them. Mystique regarded the picture
for a few seconds, thinking whether she should bring it along or
break it. After some pondering she decided to bring it, and threw it
carelessly into her suitcase.

Oh, Erik! Of course she still loved him, but he didn't love or
even
care for her, so their relationship  personal as well as
professional  was over.

She left her room carrying a single suitcase, heading straight for
the front door. She had packed down her stuff  everything else
here
was Erik's. The villa, the cars, the helicopter and the research
compound underneath the mansion. Nothing belonged to her except what
she had in her suitcase.

She wasn't going to tell Erik that she was leaving. Probably
he'd
just try to persuade her to stay, and make it very difficult for her
to go through with her decision. She realized Magneto would have a
hard time without his spy, cook, housekeeper and secretary, but what
the hell  he had his little slutboy, and may they live happily
ever
after!

Mystique left the building on foot. She didn't take any of the
cars,
since they were all Erik's, and she didn't want to leave in
something that belonged to him. That would just give him a reason to
look for her, and perhaps accuse her of theft.

She walked for a while, until she reached the highway, and decided
to hitchhike. No one would even think of picking her up if she was
in her normal shape, so she morphed into a pretty, brunette woman,
as ordinary-looking as possible, and hoped she would have some luck.

There was none for a while. Obviously people were afraid of picking
up hitchhikers, since so many weirdoes were out on the roads
nowadays. And mutants, too, of course. It was surely
every "normie's" nightmare to pick up a mutant
hitchhiker.

Was there something wrong with her appearance? Was that the reason
no one would pick her up? She changed into a tall, lanky attractive
blonde instead, hoping to have more luck in this shape.

Soon a middle-aged driver in a white, dirty mini-van stopped,
offering her a ride. She could see from the way he looked at her,
that he was a horny fellow, perhaps hoping to get lucky tonight, but
it didn't matter, because he offered to drive her, and she needed
a
ride.

"Thanks," Mystique muttered, crawling inside the car and
settling on
the passenger seat.

"Hi, I'm Mark," the man introduced himself.

"My name's Missy."

"Hi ya, Missy. Where are you headed?"

"I don't know. Just somewhere."

"I'm going to Montreal in Canada," Mark said. "You
can come if you
like."

Mystique simply shrugged. Canada? Well, the farther away from Erik,
the better. But she really didn't feel like spending many days in
company with this man. He seemed to be thinking she was a hooker,
and definitely counted on getting lucky tonight. How wrong he was.

But he had something that Mystique wanted. She could see his wallet
peeping out from his jacket pocket. Was there maybe a chance she
might get it without alerting him? Mark seemed to be a blunt and
stupid man, obviously not paying much attention to the world outside
his own little sphere.

She stayed in his van for a couple of hours, not trying to converse,
and only gave short, almost snappish replies when he tried to start
a conversation. What he had to say couldn't have mattered less to
Mystique, and she wished he could just shut up.

I can't go all the way to Canada with this guy, she thought.
I'll
just take his wallet and ask him to drop me off.

Very slowly and silently, she tried to move her left hand toward his
coat, trying to keep her features unaffected. She was so close now;
she could touch the fabric of his coat, sliding her hand down to his
pocket, and could touch the cool leather of his wallet. But
suddenly
she felt his hand brush hers, and she flinched, quickly withdrawing
her hand.

Silently Mark stopped the car by the roadside. "Get out," he
said,
gritting his teeth in anger, squeezing the wheel so that his
knuckled turned white.

"What?" Mystique said, pretending to be surprised.

"You heard me, you stupid bitch! Don't you think I know what
you
were doing?! I said get out!"

"You can't just leave me in the middle of nowhere," she
protested,
looking at the barren landscape outside.

"Oh, yes, I can. And I will." Suddenly he reached under his
seat and
took out a gun, cocked it and pointed the muzzle at her. "So, you
worthless hooker, if you don't get out, I'll shoot you. Now
go!"

Mystique stared at the gun. It honestly surprised her. Mark
didn't
seem like the kind of a man who carried a gun, but obviously she had
been wrong.

"Okay," she said flatly and opened the passenger door. Her
other
option was to try knocking him out, but that was too risky, since
the man was armed, after all, and she didn't want to end up
getting
shot. He was not worth such a risk.

Silently and without objection she stepped out of his van and
watched as he tore off, not turning to look back over his shoulder.

So much for that, she thought. The road looked quite deserted, and
it might take a while before another car drove by. Sighing, Mystique
placed her suitcase on the asphalt and sat down on it, waiting.

What the hell am I really doing? she thought. Is this really a good
idea? I mean, Erik sure treated me like shit, but I still had food,
a bed and a roof over my head. What have I here? I'm cold,
hungry,
and out of money. Really fucking great!

Erik must have noticed she was gone by now. She hadn't even left
him
a note. That served him right. But she couldn't come crawling
back
to him now, tail between her legs, and apologize. No way.

I'll cope, she thought. I've had worse. I can't give up
after six
hours!

Suddenly she heard the sound of a fast sports car approaching. She
lifted her head and gazed in the direction of the sound, and saw a
deep blue sports car advancing quickly. Mystique jumped to her feet
and put her thumb up in a hopeful gesture.

And the car actually stopped. That was more than she had hoped for,
in fact. But she was even more surprised by seeing who the driver
was. Jesus Christ on a bicycle! It was Wolverine!

Mystique's chin almost dropped to the ground in surprise. Holy
shit!
What was going to happen now?

Logan was wearing blue jeans, a chequered shirt and a brown, worn
out leather jacket, just as always. He grinned when he saw the
attractive, blonde woman stand by the road with her thumb up, but
the expression on her face puzzled him. She looked like she'd
just
seen a ghost or something.

"What's wrong, baby? Can I give ya a ride?" he asked.

I can never fool him. He'll know it's me when he catches my
scent,
she thought. And then I'm fucked.

She leaned her elbows against the open window and peered into his
car. Really dashing, she had to confess. How could Logan the
Wolverine afford a car like this?

"So, Wolverine, what brings you out here?" she asked straight
out.

Logan looked like a live question mark. "How did ya ?"

Before he could finish his question she gave him the answer by
morphing back into herself, smiling at him from the open window.

Logan's bemused expression turned into a grimace. "Holy
shit!" he
exclaimed. "What the fuck So it's you !"

"Yeah, it's me," she said. "Surprised to see me, or
what?"

"Honestly  yeah!"

"I can say the same about you. So, where are you going? And are
you
gonna give me a ride, or simply leave me standing by the road? One
stupid fuck already did that, so I really hope you won't do the
same."

Logan snorted. "How can I trust you?" he asked.

"Because I'm kinda in a situation right now, and fighting
isn't
exactly going to improve that. So yes, you can trust me."

Logan chuckled. "Okay, sure. Get in. I suppose the company of a
woman can never be wrong."

"Thanks," she said and got inside his car. He started it and
tore
off again. "So, where are you headed?"

"I dunno. Up north, I think. I'm not really sure. What about
ya?"
Logan asked.

"I'm not sure either. But I want to get somewhere far
away."

"No, shit? What happened to you? Fight with your boss, or
something?"

"Not really," she grimaced. "I'm just so sick of him,
and that stuck
up little brat."

"Pyro?" Logan grinned.

"Yes."

"He was always one of a kind. So, what did he do to anger you so
much to make you leave? I thought you had dedicated your life to
aiding Mags in his cause."

Mystique sighed. Was she really going to confide in Wolverine and
tell him about her personal problems? He was an X-man, for
Christ's
sake! A fucking enemy! Never mind. The X-men weren't her enemies
anymore. Just her fellow mutants.

"Let's just say Erik doesn't care for me any longer.
He's got his
new little loverboy," she said contemptuously, gritting her teeth
at
the thought of Erik and Pyro with their limbs entwined, engaged in a
passionate act of sex.

"Ah " Logan said and nodded slowly. "So he's
dumped you for the
preppy little firestarter, huh? Is that what you're trying to
say,
Mystique? That you're jealous?"

"No!" she hissed. "Not jealous! But he doesn't care
about anything
anymore, except for banging the boy, and that just pissed me off.
Can you imagine listening to that for over a year, like I've
done? I
did all the work, and he never gave me any credit, not even a shitty
little "thank you"!"

"Yeah, Magneto's an ass," Logan agreed. "I know how
you feel."

"You couldn't possibly. So, why aren't you at the
Xavier-institute?
Any reason?"

Logan shrugged. "The usual. Cyke's being an asshole,
Jean's dead,
and I can't be around a lot of mutant teenagers who worship me as
their new action hero. That's just not me. I told Charlie I'd
leave,
but I didn't tell anyone I'd take Cyke's car, though. At
least he
got his bike back."

"This car belongs to Cyclops?" Mystique wondered.

"Yeah. I took it. So what?"

"Will he miss it?"

"Maybe. But I needed something to leave in, didn't I, and I
liked
this best. So why the hell not?"

"I wasn't trying to preach," she said. "Do what you
want. I'm not
the one to judge you."

"Damn right you aren't. You're hardly a saint, are ya,
Mystique?"

"No," she agreed. "Definitely not."

"We'd make a good couple, wouldn't we? The two freaks,
huh? Wouldn't
that be something?"

"Yeah, maybe " she murmured. "As for being a freak, it
feels good
now, not having to pretend."

Logan glanced at her, but he didn't say anything. He realized she
always had to pretend when she was around "normal" people,
and that
must be hard for her.

"Have you ever I mean, have you ever met anyone non-mutant,
who
wasn't afraid of you, or thought you were a freak in your real
shape?" he asked her.

"No, never," she replied. "Although I'm glad I have
my ability. It
must be a lot harder for someone like that Nightcrawler, for
instance. I mean, he can never go out publicly without being stared
at and feared."

"Yeah " Logan murmured. Nightcrawler had been staying at the
mansion
for the past year, and it actually seemed like he and Storm had a
thing for each other. It actually was kind of comical; a beauty like
she, in love with a demon like him.

Okay, that was mean, Logan confessed. Nightcrawler had a good soul,
and he was a nice guy. Okay, he did have a tail, fangs, blue skin
and pointed ears, not to mention two-fingered hands and feet and a
lot of weird tattoos all over his body, but he was just a mutant,
like they all were. Anyway, that was Ororo's business, not his.

Nightcrawler probably didn't get too many dates, so if they'd
happen
to get it on, he'd just be happy for them.

Logan looked at his wristwatch and saw that it had gotten late. He
was hungry now, and wouldn't mind stopping by somewhere to have a
bite. And maybe a place to sleep as well. Although Scott's car
was
dashing, it was hardly a place for a good night of sleep.

"Hey, Mystique, do you want me to drop you off here somewhere, or
are you coming to Canada with me?"

They stopped by a motel to spend the night at, and Mystique morphed
back into the blonde she had been when Logan picked her up.

They both knew no one would even consider giving them a room if they
knew they were mutants, so unfortunately it was necessary.

The motel looked shabby, but apparently it was cheap, and that was
good, since neither of them were exactly made of money. They heard
the tinkling of a bell when Logan opened the door, obviously to
alert the owner of visitors.

A man was sitting in the reception, reading a newspaper. He raised
his eyes to look at them when he heard their approach, but he
didn't
seem overjoyed to see them.

"We'd like a room," Logan said.

"I've only got one with a double bed left," the man
grunted. "20
bucks a night. Will you take it?"

"Yes," Mystique hissed and gave Logan reproachful look.
"Or you can
sleep in the car!"

Logan gave in with an annoyed grunt. "Well, okay then " he
grumbled. "I guess we'll have it. How much is it?"

"20 bucks a night," the man repeated sourly. "Pay in
advance."

Oh, so he doesn't even trust us that much, Mystique thought
sullenly. Very well, then. She wasn't going to start an argument.

"Are we paying one half each?" Logan suggested.

"Sure," she replied and started looking in her suitcase for
the
money she'd brought with her. She found a creased ten-dollar bill
and handed it to the man together with the one Logan dug up from his
jacket pocket.

He handed her a key with a number tag. "Room 34, upstairs to the
left," he told them.

The room they'd been given was plain but clean and tidy, with a
large double bed, a couch, a bathroom and a coffee table with three
chairs.

"Neat," Mystique murmured. She hadn't expected anything
better, but
a warm bed and roof over her head did fine. "Are you sleepy,
Logan?"
she asked her would-be roommate.

"Nah, not yet," he replied. "I would have watched TV for
a while, if
we'd had one." He smiled to himself. "You know, I still
can't
believe I'm here with you. *You* of all people. What do you think
brought us together? Fate?"

"If what you say is true, if he really did treat you like that,
then
he's an asshole. You've done anything for him, haven't
you? You even
got him out of that plastic prison, and he repays you like this?
What a bastard!"

"Yeah " Mystique sighed. "It got worse after Toad and
Sabretooth
left, and when Pyro came. He's always kind of used me, I guess,
but
now I don't know, I just snapped."

"Everyone at Xavier's was very good to me, except Cyke, of
course,
but I couldn't stay there. Jean I'm better off alone. It
just is."

"Mystique nodded in silence. Yes, some people were just better
off
alone. Unfortunately, she didn't think she was one of them.

"I'm gonna have a shower," she told him and started
digging for a
towel in her suitcase.

"Sure, I'll wait here," Logan said.

When Mystique came out from the bathroom, she was in her normal
blue, naked shape. The only difference was that her hair was wet and
not so neatly slicked back as it usually was.

Logan was sitting in the sofa, smoking one of his cigars.

She looked at him with a frown. "Is smoking allowed in here?"

He simply shrugged. "Who cares?"

"The smoke might trigger the fire alarm, assuming there is
one."

"At this place?" Come on!" Logan sneered and continued to
suck on
his cigar, creating a large cloud of smoke around him. If he stood
up now, he'd look like a pop star entering the stage through
artificially created smoke.

"Alright, maybe not," Mystique said with a simple shrug.
"Aren't you
gonna shower?"

"Not now. Maybe in the morning."

She nodded. Suddenly the whole situation felt awkward, since they
both knew they were dancing around the question about the double
bed. *She* wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed with Logan
 hell,
she wouldn't even mind if he wanted to do more than just
sleeping.
She hadn't been laid in several months, and she was sure Logan
would
be the man to fix that. But she strongly suspected that Logan
wouldn't want to come near her. At least not like that. It was
too
bad.

"You can take the bed," he said. "I'll just sleep
here on the couch."

"You can sleep next to me. I wouldn't mind."

Logan grinned wryly. "No, ya wouldn't, huh? Remember when you
came
to my tent that night, pretending to be Jean? I would have bought
it, if I hadn't felt your scars. My fault, I guess. I really
think
I'll sleep on the couch, though."

She still had those scars, caused by Logan's one-foot claws. They
were fully visible, and would never go away, no matter who she
changed into. She silently passed her hands over her belly, feeling
the scar tissue beneath her fingertips. Three small puncture wounds,
inflicting so much damage

"I thought I killed you that time," Logan said. "I
can't be sorry,
because you tried to kill my teammates. It was war. I hope you
understand."

"Yes, I do," Mystique nodded. "I don't blame you,
Logan. You don't
have to be sorry."

"Anyway, you take the bed. I'll be alright here."

Mystique sighed. Perhaps there was no point hoping for something to
happen between them?

"Just remember, I can be anyone you want," she teased him
before
going to the huge double bed, which had much more space than she
needed and was used to. But if sleeping on the couch was Logan's
choice, then so be it.

She was quite tired, after all, and wouldn't have trouble
sleeping. "Sleep tight," she told Logan before sliding her
blue body
in between the cool cotton sheets.

"Yeah, you too " Logan murmured. He thought about trying to
sleep as
well, but found out that he wasn't really sleepy. More
like horny.
He really had problems admitting it, but it was true. Mystique's
teasing and suggestive attitude had left him horny. He almost
regretted not accepting her offer to lie down with her in the bed.

But instead he had chosen the couch. It was hard and lumpy, and not
large enough for him. How dumb could he be?

Logan removed his jeans and shirt  normally he slept naked 
but he
kept on his boxers and undershirt. Just in case. Mystique seemed to
be the kind of woman who had seen weirder things than naked men in
her days, but he didn't want her to believe he had anything in
mind.

Logan lay down, rested his head on a lumpy cushion and drew the
blanket over him. It would be a long night.

Chapter 4

Logan woke up with a twitch. His eyes fluttered open, and he found
himself hyperventilating, covered with his own sweat. He had
extracted his claws while sleeping, but retracted them reflexively
when he woke up.

Panting, he leaned back again. Another nightmare, but he couldn't
remember anything. Only that it had been terrible. It always was,
anyway.

The room was dark, so it was still night. Logan knew he couldn't
go
back to sleep after this, so he had to try focusing on something
else. He glanced at the bed to see if Mystique was still sleeping.
She was, and it sounded like she was sleeping soundly.

He slowly got up from the couch, and started walking in her
direction. Mystique was sleeping on her belly, with her blue face
buried in the pillow, very much asleep, breathing slowly and
soundly. The sheet that covered her body had slipped down to her
waist, starting just above the curve of her buttocks.

Logan just stood by the bed for a while, watching the sleeping
woman, but then he reached out his hand, as to touch her, and left
it a few inches above her back. Her skin looked soft, despite the
scales, and he wanted to touch her, feel her body under his hands.
He passed his hand upwards, until it hovered above her head. Her
hair had to be dry now, but it was still muddled. She somehow
appeared more human now, asleep with muddled hair, than otherwise.

Of course she wasn't human  neither of them was, but they
were both
people with emotions and feelings, just like normal human beings,
and Logan now felt he wanted to touch this strange, blue-skinned
woman.

Very gently Logan let his fingertips brush Mystique's shoulder.
Her
skin felt warm and dry, not cold and slimy like a fish, like Logan
had believed the first time he saw her. He grew bolder and rested
his whole palm on her back. She wasn't likely to wake up, and
Logan
passed his hand along her back, almost like a caress.

Then Mystique suddenly woke up. Her reflexes were razor sharp when
she threw around in the bed, bounced up into a sitting position and
pressed the sheet against her chest, her yellow eyes wide and
startled.

Logan backed one step, holding up his hands as to show her he meant
no harm. "Hey, calm down," he tried. "I wasn't gonna
hurt ya."

"No, it's alright," Mystique said when she had overcome
the
immediate shock from being touched in her sleep. Then she smiled.
So, Logan had come to touch her? That could only mean he wanted
something. Or one thing.

"Come here," she suggested and patted the place next to her.

"Nah, never mind " Logan muttered. "I'm sorry if I
frightened ya."

"Why did you touch me?" she asked frankly.

Logan had no answer to that question. He had touched her simply
because he wanted to. Could he tell her that? No. He could feel
himself blushing and tried to avert his eyes. Also, a familiar
throbbing sensation had begun in his loins, and Logan, wearing only
boxers, would have a hard time keeping it hidden from Mystique.

Soon his erection was evident, of course. Mystique smiled when she
saw his arousal, knowing it had to indicate he wanted her.

"Are you attracted to me, Logan?" she asked knowingly, her
eyes
riveted on the bulge in his boxers.

"Ah, well My cock does that whenever I see a naked chick in
a bed
What can I say? Hell, yes "

"Then come here and let me fix it."

She reached out her hand and wrapped it around his erection,
squeezing it through the fabric. It felt hard and heated in her
hand, and

"It's very big," Mystique said admiringly. "Good, I
like that."

Slowly she slid her hands inside the waistband of his boxers, and
started to pull them down. Logan did nothing to stop her. If she
wanted to play with his cock, then he wouldn't mind. No one
except
himself had done it in quite a long time, so this was a nice change.

Mystique sighed happily when Logan's underwear pooled around his
ankles, and she could grab his bare shaft. She'd been right; it
was
very big, even bigger than she thought. Uncut as he was, she closed
her hand around it, and pulled back his foreskin, revealing the
head, already glistering with pre-come.

"Nice " she murmured and flicked her tongue over the head,
tasting
his juices. She could hear Logan moan, and a violent shiver passed
through his massive frame.

"Come here," she offered again and moved sideways to give
Logan
space.

Logan was slightly hesitant at first  this was Mystique, after
all.
The blue bitch that Logan almost killed on Liberty Island 3 years
ago. Mystique, one of Magneto's former minions. But what the
hell,
he was horny and she was a woman who could help it  he
didn't ask
for more right now.

He pulled off his undershirt before crawling down to her, which left
him completely naked. Logan knew that woman used to like his body,
so he had nothing to be ashamed of there.

He settled next to her, and started touching her blue body with his
hands. It felt slightly awkward when he reached a scaled area, but
her scales were soft and warm, and started to feel good under his
hands. She wasn't ugly or disgusting, only unusual.

Logan placed his hand on her right breast and squeezed. He felt her
blue nipple erecting against his palm, and Mystique drew a sharp
breath, sounding almost like a hiss.

Enough exploration. Logan grabbed Mystique and threw her onto her
back, and rolled on top of her. He pinned her slender wrists to the
bed, pressing his own heavy body against hers, looking down at her
face, now strangely beautiful when she was excited.

"Ah, you're aggressive " Mystique purred. "Good, I
like that!"

"Is this what you want?" Logan growled, his face only inches
above
hers.

"Yeah, this is exactly what I want. Take me, Wolverine Who
do you
want me to be? Maybe her?"

Mystique started to change, and suddenly Logan found Jean pinned
under his weight. Her beautiful, red hair was spread over the
pillow, large emerald eyes half-closed, full lips sensually parted,
as though she was expecting a kiss.

And Logan winced. Mystique  as Jean  was rubbing her body
against
his, and his organ slid in between her hot thighs, making contact
with her sex, already wet with her juices of arousal. Almost
ferociously Logan grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the
pillow.

No. He couldn't do it. Not with this body. Mystique wasn't
Jean, and
he didn't fall for this illusion.

Mystique did what she was told, and morphed back into her real self.
She couldn't understand Logan's response, but she was
strongly
determined to keep his interest, so whoever he wanted her to be,
she'd comply.

"Just be yourself," he said. "I've never liked
illusions much "

"You want me like this?" she asked dubiously, not quite
sure what he
meant. No one  not even Erik  had ever wanted to have sex
with her
in her true shape. Erik had encouraged her to be herself as often as
she could, but once they went to bed his courage always sank, and he
asked her to change.

"Yeah, it's fine," Logan murmured. "Ya don't have
to change for me.
You're good as you are."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I've never done it with anyone blue before, so
I
think this will be fun. You are I mean, anatomically like others
inside?"

"Why don't you feel for yourself," she suggested coyly.

Logan slid his hand down, until he reached the scaly area between
her legs. No hair, only scales. Not that it mattered much, though.
He found the warm wet cleft further down, and thought that she felt
almost like any other woman. Why wouldn't she? Her strange
mutation 
blue skin and scales  was obviously just superficial. On the
insides she was normal.

"Yes, I have one too " she whispered in his ear. Logan
pushed his
fingers past her folds to explore her insides. Her vaginal channel
felt perfectly normal as well. Snug, warm and wonderfully damp. This
would be a nice experience.

Logan replaced his hand with his leaking member and started to enter
her. Mystique placed her hands on his shoulders and tightened her
grip when he filled her up, stretching her insides, like no one had
done in a very long time. She could take all of his eight inches and
it was welcome.

He could feel Mystique's long, supple legs wrapping around his
waist
when he started thrusting, and the shapeshifter's inner muscles
clamped down on his member, as trying to pull him even deeper
inside.

He had not kissed her yet. They were fucking, but kissing was
something much more intimate, somehow. Perhaps that should wait. Now
he only wanted to focus on the wonderful sensation her body was
giving his.

Mystique wrapped her arms around Logan's neck and buries her
fingertips in his shoulder-muscles when she felt her orgasm
approaching. Logan was an amazingly good lover, and almost brought
her over the edge several times before coming himself and shooting
his release inside her.

When they were both finished they collapsed into a heap with their
limbs entangled, both panting heavily. Logan pressed his face
against Mystique's neck and kissed her blue skin, not counting it
as
a *real* kiss, but still

Logan's healing factor quickly restored his strength, and he
lifted
himself off of Mystique, taking his weight onto his arms, as not to
smother her.

He rolled off of her, and pulled out his now flaccid member. It made
a wet sound that sounded almost funny. Logan rolled over, chuckling,
and pulled the sheet up to his waist. Mystique snuggled in against
him, draping her arm over his hairy chest, and leaned her head
against his broad shoulder. Erik sure had his flaws, but he had
often liked to hold her after sleeping with her, and that made her
feel loved.

"It's still night," she said. "Wanna sleep some
more?"

"Yeah " Logan muttered. "There's no rush, is
there "

"No."

Logan was unsure of whether he could sleep, but he needed it
nonetheless. Although not with her in his arms. There was a risk
he'd gut her if he had another one of those awful nightmares, and
he
could not let that happen.

"Hey, gimme some space," he said and gently pushed her away.
"I
can't hold you if I go to sleep."

Mystique looked back at him with a slightly hurt expression, as
though she believed he was suddenly disgusted by her. "Okay,"
she
said flatly and moved to her own side of the bed, giving Logan the
room he'd asked for.

"It has nothing to do with you," he tried to explain.
"It's just
that I'm afraid to hurt you. I can be dangerous if I have a
nightmare, and I'd rather not stab you again."

Mystique frowned. "You have nightmares? About what?"

"Let's not get into it now, but don't believe it has
anything to do
with you. Because it hasn't. I've already had one accident
with
Rogue, and that's enough."

"Alright, I understand," she said.

"Okay?" Logan asked and carefully placed his hand on her
shoulder.

"Okay," she smiled. "Shall I wake you up if you start
trashing in
your sleep?"

"No, that's dangerous. You'd better jump off the bed."

"My reflexes are as good as yours. I really don't think
there's any
danger," she said.

"Goodnight, Mystique."

"Goodnight, Wolverine Logan."

After that they didn't say anything more, but lay down to sleep
with
their backs against one another, at a safe distance from each other.
Hopefully.

Chapter 5

When Logan woke up it was morning. He stretched, yawned, and then
recalled where he was, who he was here with, and most importantly
what had happened last night. Mystique was obviously still asleep.
She was lying sideways, pressing the crumpled sheet against her
chest. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was regular and deep.
Mystique was very asleep.

Logan brushed his finger over her full, blue lips, wanting to push
his finger inside her mouth, but that would wake her up. Mystique
stirred slightly, as though she was waking up, but then her body
relaxed again, slipping back to sleep.

Logan got out of bed, grabbed one of the motel towers, and headed
for the bathroom to take a shower.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Mystique woke up shortly after Logan, and was first shocked to
discover that Logan's side of the bed was empty. He couldn't
have
left, leaving her here, could he?

But then she heard splashing sounds from the bathroom, and realized
he was just showering. She thought about joining him, but decided
not to, since they were still quite new with each other, and Logan
might not appreciate if she was too intrusive.

Suddenly she heard someone knocking at the door. What the hell was
this? Who could that be? She hoped it wasn't the manager or
someone,
who came to say they'd been too loud last night and disturbed the
other guests.

Slightly annoyed, she went to see who it was, and even forgot to
morph into someone normal before opening the door.

It was Erik. Mystique thought she'd have a fit and freak when she
saw Erik, The Master of Magnetism, also known as Magneto, stand in
the hallway outside their motel room.

"What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed loudly enough to
wake the
whole building. "I mean what !"

"I came to look for you, of course. What did you think?" Erik
snapped back. "What exactly did you mean by leaving like that? It
is
not like you're an immature teenager looking for attention!"

"And you're not my father!" Mystique hissed, her yellow
eyes glowing
with fury. "How did you even find me?"

Erik sighed. He was wearing an elegant greyish suit, and a black,
long overcoat. He also wore a fedora.

"I called my old friend Charles, and asked him to do me a favour.
He
sought you out with Cerebro. What are you doing at a shitty place
like this, Raven? Were you jealous? Do you want attention? Do you
feel I have neglected you lately?"

"I don't want attention, I want you to get the fuck out of my
face!"
she snapped at him, hoping to make herself clear. Erik was a
finished chapter. Period.

"Raven " Erik said pleadingly. "Don't act like a
child. You are
making it difficult for all of us. Come with me now, and let me take
you home." He reached out his hand against her, meaning she
should
take it and simply pretend everything was alright and all the
problems forgotten. It was *so* like Erik. But it wouldn't work
this
time.

"I'm sorry, Erik, but I'm not going with you," she
said
calmly. "We've over. In every way. You can leave now."

She tried to close the door, but Erik grabbed it and forced it open
again. "Raven, stop playing around!" he said, with anger
evident in
his voice now. Maybe he had started to realize she was serious,
after all. The look in his pale blue eyes was hard, and his white
distinguished face looked very stern.

"I mean it, Erik!" Mystique said. "Go! I won't come
with you. We've
finished. Where is Pyro, by the way?" she added when she noticed
that the little slut was nowhere to be seen.

"He is at home," Erik replied.

"I bet he's waiting for you to come home and fuck him through
the
mattress, don't you think?" she sneered. "So go somewhere
where your
presence is welcome!"

"Now you are being crude, Raven. I gave you *everything*. Always.
You just had to mention something and I would get it to you. Is this
how you repay me? I thought you loved me, Raven."

"I did," she admitted. "*Did*. It's past tense. Our
love ended a
long time ago. Go now. I won't tell you this again."

"What's all the shouting about?" Logan asked and appeared
in the
doorway, still wet with a towel tied around his waist. When he saw
Erik it felt like someone had hit him in the stomach with a sledge.

"Fuck! Mags, what are you doing here?!" he called reflexively.

Erik's jaw almost dropped to the floor and his eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets when he saw the other mutant appear behind
Mystique. "Wolverine?" he asked, as if he didn't trust
his eyesight.

"It's alright Logan, I can handle this," Mystique said
impatiently,
gesturing at Logan to go away.

"Fuck me!" Logan muttered, regarding Magneto.

It seemed to take Erik some time to realize. "You ran away with
*him*?!" he exclaimed in a shrill, piercing voice, very different
from his normally calm low-pitched voice. "Good grief!
Raven ? Are
you are you completely out of your mind?"

"Not as far as I know," Mystique said.

"Yep, she's with me now," Logan stated and placed his arm
around
Mystique's shoulders. "She's had enough of your shit, and
wants
someone who appreciates her."

Erik was so flabbergasted that he couldn't utter any words. He
simply stood there, eyes and mouth open wide, not knowing what to do
or say. His Raven with Wolverine? No, impossible. This had to be
some weird, fucked up dream, or something. He couldn't really be
standing here, in a motel near the Canadian border, and watch while
Wolverine claimed that Raven had left the Brotherhood for him?

"I really suggest you leave now, Erik," Mystique said
seriously. "Go
home to your little toyboy, and leave us alone."

"We're leaving. Now," Logan said and started to get
dressed. He
threw the wet towel onto the rumpled sheets, picked up his grey
duffel bag and Mystique's suitcase, and grabbed Raven's hand.
Mystique followed him without objections, leaving a dumbstruck Erik
standing in the hallway.

"Bye, Erik!" she called when she looked back over her
shoulder. She
received no answer. But she didn't care. Erik and she were
finished
with each other, and a new  and hopefully better  life
awaited
her. With Logan.

The End

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